Life before desire,
without conscience.
Cities without rivers or bells.
Where is the forest
not cut down
for profit or literature
where blossoms instead
will close the heart
Where is the suitor
undistressed
one can talk with
Where is there a room
without the damn god of love?
Saturday, September 08, 2007
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3 comments:
where indeed.
it's, uh, in portage la prairie, i think. or close to there, anyway.
LOVE this guy. ondaatje just rocks.
I'm in the middle of "Running in the Family", so good, so good.
but to be honest and perhaps an insight into my grasp of literature, I like the pictures best.
;)
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